Page 136 of His Ruthless Match
I scooped her up effortlessly, my arm slipping under her knees while my other hand supported her back. She let out a startled little gasp, followed by a breathless laugh. But she didn’t resist. In fact, she tucked her head against my shoulder as I carried her to my bed. My heart thundered with anticipation.
I carefully laid her down. She didn’t look away, didn’t murmur any protest. Instead, she reached for me, her arms extended in invitation. My cougar let out another throaty rumble.She’s ours.The words whispered in my mind, fueling a possessive need I never expected to feel so intensely.
I crawled onto the bed, hovering over her. The lamp’s faint glow cast shifting shadows over the planes of her face, highlighting her parted lips and the flush creeping across her cheeks. When I lowered my head to kiss her again, I did so with a reverence I didn’t know I was capable of. Her fingers found their way into my hair once more, tugging gently as she deepened the kiss.
A low moan escaped me as I slid my hand over the curve of her waist. My fingertips ventured under the damp waistband of her leggings, grazing the warm skin of her stomach. Each small contact felt electrifying, and I found myself wanting more—more skin, more heat, more of her.
Eva let out a soft sound that vibrated through me, spurring me on. A wave of desire coursed through me as I took in the sight of her, clad only in a simple bra and leggings. Something about the contrast of her disheveled hair, the glow in her eyes, and the faint tremble in her limbs made my heart ache with longing.
Gently, I traced my lips down her neck, searching for those spots that made her gasp and arch beneath me. I found one near her collarbone, and sure enough, she inhaled sharply, her nails digging into my shoulders in the most delicious way. Her reaction had me teetering on the edge of self-control.
I paused, breathing heavily against her skin, wanting to savor each moment. But she urged me on, hooking her fingers into the waistband of her leggings and giving them a frustrated tug. That was all the encouragement I needed. The wet fabric resisted, making us both huff a breathless laugh at the unwieldy process. Finally, I got them past her hips. She kicked them off, leaving herin nothing but that lacy bra and matching underwear that set my pulse racing.
With her body fully revealed beneath me, my cougar roared its approval. I met her gaze again, hoping she could see the depth of what I felt.It’s more than lust,I wanted to say.It’s fate.But words wouldn’t come. Instead, I leaned down to place a soft kiss at the center of her chest, right where her heartbeat thrummed.
She returned the favor by reaching up and tugging me closer. The scrape of her nails over my back sent sparks through me. I settled on top of her, pinning her beneath my weight. My palms skimmed her sides, from her ribcage to her hips, memorizing the lines of her body. Every inch of her felt like a revelation.
Our kisses grew hungrier, more desperate. Thunder rumbled faintly outside, but it only served as a backdrop, underscoring the urgency of our movements. A primal energy crackled between us, unstoppable now that we’d finally given in.
My mind raced as we lost ourselves in each other’s touch.Should I tell her? Should I claim her right now?My soul cried out for it. My cougar practically clawed at me from within, demanding I speak the truth and tell her she was my fated mate. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it, not when we were caught in the throes of passion. I didn’t want her to think it was merely an impulsive, heat-of-the-moment confession. She deserved better than that.
Instead, I poured those unspoken words into my touch. I traced every contour of her body, letting my lips explore the curve of her jaw, the shell of her ear, the sensitive hollow of her throat. Her moans grew in volume, matching my own as we let go of every barrier we’d once placed between us.
I unhooked her bra, then slid it down her arms and tossed it aside. She shivered, so I shifted her up against me, offering my body heat. The contact of her bare skin against mine was almosttoo much. My breath caught in my chest, a ragged sound that was half growl, half moan.
We rolled over, our limbs tangling in the sheets. My left hand slipped under her thigh, hooking it around my hip, and in one swift movement, I tore her lacy panties in two. She pressed closer, her lips finding mine over and over, each kiss somehow more urgent than the last.
Then, in a sudden burst of motion, I lifted her from the bed, my hands gripping her thighs to support her. She let out a startled laugh that swiftly turned into a gasp as I carried her to the dresser across the room. The wooden surface was just the right height. She braced her palms behind her for balance, eyes shining with anticipation.
Lightning flashed outside, revealing her silhouette in stark relief. Her hair was tousled, her cheeks flushed. I pressed up against her, and she reciprocated by wrapping her legs around my waist, making my heart twist with a fierce kind of joy.
“Jareth,” she murmured breathily, and that drove me wild. My lips caught hers before she could say anything else, swallowing whatever words hovered there. Our connection felt elemental, raw, like a force of nature that was as unstoppable as the storm raging outside.
I slowly nudged Eva’s thighs apart. She giggled, her cheeks flushing.
She didn’t know how fucking perfect she was. I just stared at her, mesmerized by how much I fucking wanted to be near her, inside of her… to be everything at once.
“Touch me, Jareth.” Eva shifted on the dresser, no longer able to contain her want. And if her words didn’t give her away, the wetness at her center did.
“As you wish.” I traced my finger along her slit. She moaned and arched into my touch, pressing herself against my fingers. My cougar purred, its approval filling me up as I slowly teasedher entrance with my fingers. I let myself lose control as instinct and desire guided me. She was so wet, so ready for me. As I slipped a finger inside her, she cried out in pleasure, her body quaking under my touch.
A new kind of heat ignited within me—one that had nothing to do with lust. This was love, raw and intense. It was fate pulling us together, binding us in ways that went beyond our understanding. Yet even as I knew this in every fiber of my being, I couldn’t bring myself to say the words aloud. Not yet.
I leaned in to kiss her again, needing the connection more than anything else right now. The world seemed to shrink down to just the two of us: two souls intertwined in a dance that was both familiar and new.
With each stroke of my fingers inside her, I felt the pull between us deepen—a rush of adrenaline and desire coursing through my veins like lightning itself. She moaned against my lips again and again, urging me onward.
Eva’s hand slipped between us and gripped my cock, eliciting a groan from deep within me. Her touch was like fire on my skin. She guided me towards her, urging me to be the one to take her.
Every nerve ending seemed to light up as I positioned myself at her entrance, giving her one last look before I entered her. She gasped, arching into the invasion but staying with it. I’d never felt so much trust or anticipation in my life before. We both fought for breath as we adjusted to the sensation of being joined like this.
I started to move, slowly at first, until we were in perfect sync. Each thrust sent a shockwave through me. Each moan from Eva was my undoing.
Her hands reached behind me and grabbed my ass, pulling me deeper into her soaking wet pussy. She arched, and I watched our reflection in the mirror behind her. She was so fucking perfect. I wanted every part of her.
I kissed down her neck to her breasts and took her nipple into my mouth. She cried out and bucked under me, needing more. It was too much, yet not enough. I had to have her. I had to feel every inch of her beneath me.
I scooped her into my arms, careful to stay firmly planted in her perfect pussy. She gasped at the motion but never even opened her eyes.
